"This is Information specialist Flores, by order of Inquisitor Icarus, all those that are part of the Inquisitors retinue must report to the meeting room immediately for information about the mission at hand." 

“This is Primaris Psyker Selkirk. By order of painful fiery death, I command everyone else to leave me alone.” 

Maria sighed, setting down the book she had been engrossed in for the last few hours. It wasn’t anything scholarly or particularly Emperor-worshipping, merely a fictional novel by some kid who had gotten access to a word processor, but it was a delightfully original take on a tired old genre and had an intelligent view of magic users - hopefully that wouldn’t get the burgeoning author purged for heresy at some point in the near future.

She hopped to her feet, slipping into the sturdy boots she’d been issued so many years ago, debating for a moment whether or not to arrive at the meeting place in full dress or not. On the one hand, it would reflect poorly on her to show up half dressed and without her gear, on the other hand, her gear was heavy and uncomfortable.

Eventually she decided it would be best not to be executed for improper decorum as a sign of Chaos worship. Strapping on the various buckles and clasps of her armor, she slipped into her coat and donned her hat before strapping her gun belt and other accoutrements over the exterior of the faux leather, aramid fiber, or whatever the material was. Striking a pose in a small mirror she had set up, she smirked to herself - as always, the bandolier of bolts slung across her chest was simultaneously an odd contrast and a swashbuckling flair with her coat and hat. 

Striding out of the room, she slumped against the wall for a quick second, sighing melodramatically, before straightening up and marching briskly for the designated room. 


As she entered, she took note of the other occupants of the room, surprised to see a Death Korps guardsman here. Weren’t his type more keen on dying in droves to grind down their enemies with sheer numbers and complete disregard for their own lives?

Flashing a quizzical look at him, she appraised the other non-Inquisitorial occupant of the room. A woman who appeared to be about her age with some very impressive red hair and a suit that seemed to… favor its wearer’s physique. Also interesting.

Turning her attention to the Inquisitor, she snapped back into the Guard mindset, standing stiffly at attention and delivering a crisp salute, “Primaris Psyker Maria Selkirk, awaiting further instructions, Lady Inquisitor.” She stood there, stock still, almost statue like.